Sybarite5 Reinvent Radiohead

by delarue

The most radically successful Radiohead cover album until now was the Easy Star All-Stars’ 2006 release Radiodread, a dub reggae collection that mixed hits from the band’s early days through what might someday be considered their early zeros peak as paradigmatic art-rockers. If there’s any criticism of Radiohead that’s stood the test of time, it’s that their music is cold and mechanical: it doesn’t exactly swing. So making bouncy, frequently wry roots reggae out of it took care of that issue. String quintet Sybarite5 approach Radiohead’s music from the opposite direction, taking it dead seriously, and the result is just as memorable if completely different. The adventurous ensemble – violinists Sami Merdinian and Sarah Whitney, violist Angela Pickett, cellist Laura Metcalf and bassist Louis Levitt will  be playing songs from their new album Every Thing in Its Right Place on June 8 at 8 PM at Subculture on Bleecker St. just east of Lafayette; general admission is $25. The  album is streaming at the group’s Bandcamp page.

Some will say that Sybarite5’s instrumental versions are better than the originals. As much as the layers of electronic effects in Radiohead’s music can sound completely random, they’re meant to create a dissociative, disquieting effect. But they can be distracting. Sybarite5’s no-nonsense arrangements for the most part steer clear of that side of Radiohead, putting the melodies front and center and reaffirming just how strong they are. As you might expect from a classical ensemble, the songs draw primarily from Kid A forward. An especially lithe, dancing version of 15 Step opens this album, bringing new life to the song without losing any of the original’s haunting austerity, the sailing violin line reminding of something ELO’s Mik Kaminsky might have played 25 years previously.

The. title track adds an element of ominous foreshadowing missing from the original as it rises: it wouldn’t be out of place in the Philip Glass repertoire. Paranoid Android shifts from a lively bounce, to an agitated, cleverly arranged exchange of voices, to a plaintive baroque rondo and then up again. Videotape pulses tensely and quietly with subtle polyrhythic percussion tapped out on the bodies of the instruments. Likewise, the tongue-in-cheek intro to Weird Fishes mimics the original’s crackling intro; then shivery high strings do the same later on.

No Surprises gets reinvented as a gentle canon. Without Thom Yorke’s bratty vocals, the stark, claustrophic angst of Packt Like Sardines in a Crushd Tin Box cuts through much more sharply. With subtle bends in a violin line and a little brittle vibrato on the cello, Pyramid Song gets a welcome subtlety missing from the original, raising the nocturnal ambience early on and then taking flight plaintively on the wings of the violins. 2 + 2 = 5 hints at a march and then hits a giant leap; the album winds up with a moody, Indian summer take of Motion Picture Soundtrack. Radiohead fans will love this – and it might well serve as an overdue introduction to Radiohead for some of the classical crowd as well.